Guo Song held a piece of paper in his hands, his usually steady hands that could easily wield a long spear without trembling now shook like a leaf: "Young Madam, the General has made a grave mistake. You can punish him, forbid him from coming home for half a year, or even kick him out, but why resort to such a heartless measure? It takes ten years to cultivate the virtue of sharing a boat and a hundred years to share a pillow! Why do this?"
Fu Zhen took the paper from his hands and looked it over. It was indeed a divorce paper, clear as day with black ink on white paper. She said, "He did nothing wrong; it's me who doesn't want to continue. The doctor said I can't have children, and I don't want him to take a concubine. I can't let him end his line."
Until last night, she had never wavered from her initial thought about how to finally deal with this marriage.
